I took a long walk yesterday down 5th Ave and watched doormen at their jobs- carrying bags, lifting strollers down stairs, and hailing cabs. Thank goodness for those lively men because everyone else was pretty dull. In the building right across from the Met there is a large window lined with stuffed animals. Why should I be surprised that an actual person, an actual child, wakes up in the morning and looks out her window and sees the Met? The night before I visited a writer in a run-down building, a really miserable building, where she lived with her family and the place they created was so sweet and she was so tender with her boys, that poverty didn’t exist there. I need that reminder sometimes: work hard every day and own your life.
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Today I took a long drive instead and made it home. Sometimes I put the window down a little and take a picture with one hand as I fly down the road. It is a much lonelier landscape. I won’t state the obvious because you have eyes to see.
Happy New Year!